Taking Five {Shots}//Anatra ~ Mark/Vy

Most bars for some reason have problems with bringing along babies, well okay all do. So going out much doesn't really happen for Vy anymore. Before the pregnancy it was a every night sort of deal, drinking loads, fighting everyone...and lots of those same careers found it hot to spend the rest of the night together as well. Let's put it as Brooklyn was bound to happen one day. Maybe she was even a blessing as that was the most unhealthy lifestyle possible for a young teenager. Now she finds the hard liquor to burn on its way down, and even needs to order a beer as a chaser before consuming the next shot. Back then she could take these shots like they were water, how times have changed.

Was going out to a bar even worth it? It's never going to be like the old days. Only chatter of couples or friends fill the bar and Vy's thoughts. Single people go to clubs, and though that's far from what she's looking for bars are where friends go together. Least she can get a little tipsy before calling it a pathetic night. Her eyes travel around the room, taking breaks to sip her beverage. A set of eyes actually lock with hers as she sets down the cold can of brew. His attire is nothing for going out as he's dressed for a jog or something. Of course the pretty boys always think they can get away with walking around in sheets. How classy, a slight chuckle escapes over his appearance. Little conversation wouldn't hurt.

"How'd you guess?" A pathetic laugh and even includes an eye roll is given, showing off her bandaged hand for a moment before hiding it under the bar. "Don't worry, my left gives more of a punch anyways." Vy warns in a joking manner as she gives a smirk of approval. Not bad for a guy with combed hair, and by the looks of it he's probably a career as well. Should be fun to mess with. "Dressed for a big night?" After all he's looking quite fancy.

A girl. It makes Vy have to prevent a sip of beer from spilling across the counter. Not usually a tittle she's refereed to but she did leave the loose clothing at home. Comfortable jeans, nothing tight like how girls buy them, and a simple shirt. Guess she did unknowingly dress a little how she used to, leaving her own gym clothing at home. "Probably couldn't." She jokes back, finally a guy that understands the tongue of sarcasm. This dude's probably been with as many chicks as she has guys. Now look at them, loners in a bar getting drunk before they're even over reaping age. Least that's assumed from his pretty face, only boys have those even if they can grow a little stubble. Probably just taking a break from his normal crazy life, doubtful he has a kid holding him back. Wouldn't be able to keep up that hair if he did. Though his outfit fits a parent quite perfectly.

Apparently a suit is too much to wear to a bar, deserving yet another eye roll from the blonde. Next best option is sweets to. No other options are available. "Right, and Jeans are just too tacky." It's sort of fun to throw back and forth these comments, so harmless yet still sarcastic. Hard to deny that some people's comebacks don't get to her, though she'll never show or admit it. This is different, though he's probably just some rich kid that's smooth with his words. Lots of players know how to adapt to different girls, even the rare personalities like Vy's. She's always over cautious about everyone now, especially since one of those plays created Brooklyn. Now she knows better though, and how not to fall for their silly traps. Maybe she can ever make a game of her own.

A sad girl, that'd probably just be the perfect bait. Why someone would assume that category for a tough career chick as herself? She's completely unsure...she doesn't come off that way, does she? Since that one event she's been a little over-easy, but refused to acknowledge it in anyway. Let it slip as she does with all her problems. "Just enjoying a night off." She corrects with a sigh and another gulp of her beer. "And you, prepartying before the clubs?" Since they're making assumptions about each other she might as well include one to.

The drinks aren't working as fast as they need to, which is now especially needed with company being involved. "Another round of whiskey?" Takes only a second to make eye contact with the bartender and have two more shots sliding down her way. Guess he figured she meant two since her first ordered contained that. Maybe a little too fast, though she'll of course take it in a couple of minutes or..."Would you like a man's drink?" After all what kind of career only sticks to beer?

So it is a wild one that Vy's facing, predictable given his career stature. They're either partying animals or far too dedicated in their career lifestyle, or both. A weekend only partier, that's new though. Guess days of the week actually matter, though it then slips through her mind what day it actually is. Not the weekend apparently. "Good to know." As if it actually matters and they'll be seeing each other again, very unlikely. Little flirting before they both go off in their completely different career lifestyles. Lets see how long she's able to play before pissing off yet another tough guy.

They're not going to be getting wasted on a few cans of bitter beer, and faster then the other males at the bar, two shots are delivered to them. Beer's not really the female drink as much as a prissy sweet alcoholic beverage, but saying so will more likely get this guy to take a shot with her. As if anyone would object to free shot anyways. They both take down the liquor without another word, a "You're welcome" following his burning sensation. Wasn't she the one to order and offer the hard drink? He digs into his pocket before pulling out his wallet though. A guy hasn't bought her a drink in years, like she's the type to fall under the gender stereotypes though. It's actually a little insulting in a way.

"Didn't I offer you a drink?" Vy questions with a smirky look as she eyes him. Screw what is fair, she's never gone by those standards in any cases. Even if money is always slim and she could use saving it. She pulls out her own cash, slamming it down next to his attempt. "How is that fair?" A chuckle escapes with her words, moving her hand over towards his few change before sliding it back to him. This should certainly mess things up a little.

Pool. The one great thing that bars have over the underground fight. Less of a harsh game, though still bets and fights can start over this silly game. More sarcasm flows from his lips as he asks whether Vy's scared of so many balls on one table. He has a nice spunk and witty comments, she'll give him that. With the shot finished she grabs ahold of her beer to cross the room. "As intimidating as it is, think I'll manage." The whole back and forth is awfully entertaining anyways. "And don't worry the looser can buy the next round." She gives him a pat on the shoulder, implying he'll finally get his chance to buy a couple of drinks after she beats him.

"Ladies first." With a pool stick in her she gestures for her new friend to take the first hit. Fighting is more her style, but she has played a couple games of pool in her life time. Just to show off that she knows what she's doing, she takes the initiative to start setting up, organizing the balls within the triangle piece before lifting it for his first shot. Whether he'll take it or not will be the interesting part, along with where the rest of this night goes.

A short little stare down. There's been plenty of those for Vy. Sometimes she's even intimidating enough to have them back out off a fight just over her glare. This time she's unable to wipe that grin off of her face. She doesn't budge to look away from their silent argument over who pays. Even if she has to gaze upward she never feels as short as she is, that sort of energy constantly radiating from her. Most would react to this as an insult and demand to pay in order to keep up with their pride, not this dude. No more verbal debate are given as he takes back the money with his bottom lip between his teeth. The smirk only grows on the blonde as she has to turn her face away. Those sort of thoughts are not allowed, he's only a guy to mess with at the bar, even if he's a little unique. Males are all the same, wanting nothing more then a fun night, just as she does.

"And you've hardly even met me." Vy would probably take the label of wild, only ever seeming tamed when it the secrecy of her daughter. To think she used to be crazy all the time. What sort of titles people gave her back then, especially if she's getting wild now. Maybe it's only over her strong stance of paying for what she order, and she's completely over thinking it. Just get to the game of pool, show this guy how wild she really can be. By now she's usually ticket someone off, but he takes it all as a joke...just how they were meant to be. There's an urge to find out what it'll take to get to that point of pissing him off like she does with her roommates at the academy, and yet another to stay away from that. Guess it'll all depend how he takes losing to a female.

Of course the teasing doesn't stop their though, and she's actually glad to find that is doesn't. It's her sort of language, things to keep the comedy rolling. The implication she has a pursue is a bit offensive, making Vy remind herself it's all jokes. As if she'd ever own a pursue, and he probably knows that. Sly tough career. "Good thing I don't have one." She leans on her pool stick to illustrate her ease over winning this. Buying the next round would put a dent in her pocket, but a deals a deal. Hopefully she'll win so she can actually get drunk enough to forget this guy's name...except she'd actually need it before being able to forget it.

The balls are flying around the table and interrupt her debate on exchanging names or not. As they finally begin to settle down, two stripes falling into the pits in the process, the question comes up from him instead. Still she doesn't over the look the fact he's got an excellent start. It's as if her money's already crawling her pocket. Just to be fair he even gives his name immediately after. Why is Mark's wording over a simple question so intriguing? Not approaching it normally, if that's even a thing. But he makes it sound like he's wondering if he'll ever receive this information. "Vy." She gives nonchalantly as she sets her stupidly covered right hand on the table to support the cue and begin her turn.

Automatically a ball inches from a hole comes into her aim line, sort of too easy but there is a bet involved. She takes the hit, and it even bounces against another solid before landing in the hole. That one manages to get across to a corner slot and find its way in. Not intentional, but she'll sure as hell take it. A proud smile spread across her face at the sight of her unexpected success for round one. Guess this'll be a neck and neck type of deal with how this is starting. "So Mark, play pool often?" She starts up some friendly conversation before this game heats things up to where being friendly may not be possible.

Some people go by rules, and others simply don't. As for Vy it all depends on her mood and what's being asked to follow. For some reason she finds great curiosity on how her new friend Mark follows them so far. When he comments over her decent shot and doesn't position himself for his turn she knows that he's not one of those highly against rules type of guy. Probably the fact that this is only a silly game, because he honestly doesn't look like the type to take orders either. It's always the one that take offense to Vy's comments that make the perfect soldiers, or at least that's how she perceives that genre. Usually doesn't prove her wrong either. Finally someone that can take a joke stumbles upon her path. Maybe she's found herself a new bar buddy, though she's unable to imagine anything more then that forming.

"You think?" As always Vy's replying back with sarcasm and laughter. Well the giggles aren't a usual unless the growth of intoxication's involved, as it is now. But Mark only commented a decent job, not even good. After the second ball landed in a hole it became at least good. "You sure you wanna play by the rules? You may be losing before you even get another turn." And the cocky side reemerges after disappearing for a couple of weeks. As if there was a chance that quark would ever leave her for good, He proceed with her turn though and she crouches back down to get a nice aim.

Concentrating on where the white ball would end up didn't cross Vy's mind for a second. Just a minute ago she had numerous options to get a solid ball into the desired locations, now she finds herself stuck. All of the targets are huddled close, including the ones she needs to avoid getting into the goal. She listens to his words of playing at family outings she tries to get a decent aim. "Totally a regular." As nice as his explanation is she only answers the question, completely focused on her task at hand. Not wanting to seem too obsessed over the game she takes the best aim at one of the solid's further from the group and takes another swing. It's practically the first hit of the game all over again as they all nearly go racing off in every which direction.

"Just been playing for a while." Vy shares as the round objects of the game decide their final stop. Somehow two more solids find their way into a hole, sadly so does one of Mark's stripes though. Now that's a good shot...that ends her round. Since she was fourteen she's been caught drinking with the guys, and as males are always competitive they were either sparring or playing pool. Couple of pointers were picked up over the year. Her cue turns into a leaning stick once more as if to gesture that it's his turn. "Was helping you out." She comments over getting one of his stripes into a cup. Of course it was on purpose, just as everything she does is.

Just to keep the friend conversation rolling Mark comes up with some more questions. It's all very odd because even when Vy was a flirt dude's never cared to ask questions. Everything was about fighting, winning, training, drinking, and the flirting.... "Can I be both?" Vy questions instead of giving an answer. After all she is a career and she does very much so drive in the dangerous lane. "You're a career to?" It's more of a rhetorical question as one usually wouldn't predict someone being a career unless they were one themselves. "What a small district." She jokes with a sort of sign-laugh because it just doesn't feel right to say they live in a district, closed off and forced to stay confined. So unlike career personalities.

So all careers live on the edge according to Mark. In a lot of ways his statement's very true, except that Vy's met her share of careers that go strictly by the book and far from their lane. For the most part they're all pretty ruthless though, still it's difficult to categorize an entire group. Given the way they both hold themselves now no wimps lurk around here. Actually he's far from one as he then requests that they should spar sometime, adding in that he may be able to learn something from her. The title that she's given has a short laugh escaping Vy as she's unsure how to respond to being called a real woman. After sharing a dorm with a bunch of guys, and always being the type to only have dudes as friends, she wasn't sure how to label herself. Certainly not a man, but a woman? She sure as hell didn't know.

"Like how to get your ass kicked?" Of course one comment that may of been a flirt doesn't effect her voice in the least, but her eyes still scan over to the table instead of giving an intimidating stare again. After a short conversation with a stranger an offer to spar and a silly reference actually has her heart skipping a beat. Concentrate on the game Vy, those sort of thoughts are still forbidden. Her remark must of deflected off of her reaction, no one that toke note of that ending would respond like that...hopefully.

The basic ways of this game have been established after Mark waited for Vy to get an out before it was his turn. Seems like this way at least makes it go by faster as they both become neck in neck with reaching the eight ball. Four left for each of them? Once he lands both a stripe and solid that's exactly how it is. A multitasked to as he ables to throw in a couple more questions about the blonde. With how casual it all is she doesn't feel the need to refuse his general curiosity. He doesn't push like they're flirting, more along the lines of bar buddies.

"How'd you guess?" Vy jokes because it's quite obvious she's lacking company, or was. The follow up question has her baffled on what to say though. "Career that drinks with strangers at a bar occasionally. You've already figured me out." She doesn't really have a story, or at least one that she wants to share. Maybe she should mention her crazy mother, or daughter that's now two...yeah, right. With it now being her turn she's crossing around the table to get the perfect shot on a solid. Her beer's running dry, meaning this game needs to end so he can buy her another. That thought along has her chuckling out of her no where. Who knows the last time a guy did that, and to think she's only eighteen and saying that.

To move things along she takes a shot before returning to the question. "What about you? Hopefully something more interesting." An entertaining story is always needed with a couple of drinks. Just as planned another solid drops into another hole, and soon enough Vy's left with only the eight ball to win. During all the concentration she still manages to listen in on Mark's potential story. "Told you we shouldn't play by that rule." She comments with a smirk as she aims toward the black solid ball with a small white dot with an 8 in it. Of course the white ball makes contact, but not at the right aim as the 8 goes flying in the wrong direction and knocks in a striped ball instead. Just great, he still has one more shot.